A poem by Adrian Blevins (poetry, ‘02) appears in Roanoke Review:

I was wallowing along inadequately inside myself
just using caution on the highway like the good sign said

when a breakdown in the ambiance hurled it out there
that my pussy was the knob on a suitcase in an atrium

or a sack of potatoes or a teeny pile, perchance, of snow.
A set of cardboard boxes. A pip upon the ground.

A bonnet, a barrette, a little oval-shaped piece of soap …

… continue reading here.

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